an excellent article by Macolm MacDonald about what Prout, a distinguished musicologist, critic, composer and teacher, was really about. He's worthy of a starring role in a Dickens novel, but happily he was 200 per cent real.
Meanwhile, Angela's article is here. I am doing an interview with her in the Royal Festival Hall on 2 October, before the first of her two recitals.
- He went to town in a hat that made all the people stare.
- John Sebastian Bach sat upon a tack, but he soon got up again with a howl!
- O what a very jolly thing it is to kiss a pretty girl!
- Broad beans and bacon...(1st countersubject)...make an excellent good dinner for a man who hasn't anything to eat.(2nd countersubject)...with half a pint of stout.
- (Subject) Gin a body meet a body
Comin' through the rye,
(Answer) Gin a body kiss a body, Need a body cry?
- He trod upon my corns with heavy boots—I yelled!
- When I get aboard a Channel steamer I begin to feel sick.
- You dirty boy! Just look at your face! Ain't you ashamed?
- Hallo! Why, what the devil is the matter with the thing?
- Half a dozen dirty little beggar boys are playing with a puppy at the bottom of the street.
- The Bishop of Exeter was a most energetic man.
- The slimy worm was writhing on the footpath.
- Old Abram Brown was plagued with fleas, which caused him great alarm.
- As I sat at the organ, the wretched blower went and let the wind out.
- O Isabella Jane! Isabella Jane! Hold your jaw! Don't make such a fuss! Shut up! Here's a pretty row! What's it all about?
- He spent his money, like a stupid ass.
- Put me in my little bed.
- How sad our state by nature is! What beastly fools we be!
- There! I have given too much to the cabman!
- On a bank of mud in the river Nile, upon a summer morning, a little hippopotamus was eating bread and jam.
- A little three-part fugue, which a gentleman named Bach composed, there's a lot of triple counterpoint about it, and it isn't very difficult to play.
- Brethren, the time is short!
- He went and slept under a bathing-machine at Margate.
- The man was very drunk, as to and fro, from left to right, across the road he staggered.
- Sir Augustus Harris tried to mix a pound of treacle with a pint of castor oil.
- Old Balaam's donkey spoke like an ass.
- O, here's a lark!
- Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle! The cow jumped over the moon!
- To play these fugues through is real jam.
- 'Ark to the sound of the 'oofs of the galloping 'orse! I 'ear 'im comin' up Regent Street at night. (Countersubject:) 'Is 'oofs go 'ammer, 'ammer, 'ammer, 'ammer, 'ammer, 'ammer, on the 'ard 'ighway.
- Mary, my dear, bring the whiskey and water in—bring the whiskey and water in.
- I went to church last night, and slept all the sermon through.
- I'd like to punch his head...(countersubject:) ...if he gives me any more of his bally cheek.
- As I rode in a penny bus, going to the Mansion House, off came the wheel—down came the bus—all of the passengers fell in a heap on the floor of the rickety thing.
- Needles and pins! Needles and pins! When a man's married his trouble begins.
- I told you you'd have the stomach-ache if you put such a lot of pepper in your tea.
- Great Scott! What a trouble it is to have to find the words for all these subjects!
- She cut her throat with a paper-knife that had got no handle. (Subject, bar 20:) The wound was broad and deep. (Bar 36:) They called the village doctor in: he put a bit of blotting-paper on her neck.
- The pretty little dickybirds are hopping to and fro upon the gravel walk before the house, and picking up the crumbs.
- Oh, my eye! Oh, my eye! What a precious mess I'm getting into today.
- I passed the night at a wayside inn, and could scarcely sleep a moment for the fleas.
- Two little boys were at play, and the one gave the other a cuff on the head, and the other hit back. (Countersubject:) Their mother sent them both to bed without their tea.
- In the middle of the Hackney Road today I saw a donkey in a fit.
- He that would thrive must rise at five.
- The noble Duke of York, he had ten thousand men, he marched them up the hill, and marched them down again.
- O, dear! What shall I do? It's utterly impossible for me to learn this horrid fugue! I give it up! (Countersubject:) It ain't no use! It ain't a bit of good! Not a bit! No, not a bit!, No, not a bit!
- See what ample strides he takes.
- The wretched old street-singer has his clothes all in tatters, and toes showing through his boots.